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Hiraeth Jul 2018
Door slam wakeup;
A half-sighing unmoist
Philadelphia sinus sniff
Announces a guy in a red,
White and blue seersucker
Suit who parks on our block
Every 6 a.m. to walk to work.
He likes a dumb bumper joke
— his magnet loop which says
Support Lap Dancing. New today
Is a gag half hockey puck glued
To his Ford 150 rear window
Amid a decal of spiderwork
Cracks radiating across the
Shadowy defroster strips
As if the puck's halfway
Through the glass —
But isn't.
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Hiraeth Jul 2018
I, too, dislike it.
However,

I was trying to not think
When out of the gaping wound
Of the car-detailing garage (smells like metallic ***)
Came a Nissan GT-R fitted with an oversized spoiler.
Backing out sounded like clearing the throat of God.
A gold snake zizzed around the license plate.
Sunburnt hubcaps, fancy undercarriage installation
Casting a pool of violent light on the pocket pavement
Of gum blots. Was this that filled me with desire?
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